Rock Point

This poem was written last summer when the author and her family moved to Rock Point, Ariz., to the Navajo reservation from California. Pretty sunflowers. Beautiful red rocks. I like whale rock. Sunsets rise every night -- how pretty the skies are. Lots and lots of tumblewoods -- they feel like cactus. Rough-skinned horny toad -- flat when he's scared. Long-tailed lizards; they're fast. Crickets hop fast. Green and yellow corn growing in the fields. Kind people. My daddy goes to the Rock Point School. The store has things to buy. Boiling hot sun. I love Rock Point.

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